All language subtitles for Twist of Fate (1996) EN

♪♪

Smile.

Remember
this is supposed to be

the most beautiful day
of your life.

Bastantes.

Muy Bien.

Entonces, si esposa.

Senior, cerveza aqui.

Flowers.

Okay.

Oh, hi.
Hi.

I didn't hear you buzz.

I made my way in.

I brought you something.

Here.

Oh.

You really didn't have to deal

with the check in person,
it would've been just fine

to drop it in the mail.

Nonsense,
a student deserves her money.

You'll need it--
Besides I wanted to bring you--

You brought me roses.

Smell them.

I think I should put them
in the water.

No, no.

Ah.

(water splashing)

You'll find my new bride

at 3015 Centennial Drive.

Excuse me,
but, who the hell are you?

This is off limits
to reporters.

Rachel Dwyer, DA's office.

He struck again.

Okay, now,
what's all this about?

I don't need any help
from the DA's office.

Thanks anyway.
I want in on this.

Well, you'll get your chance
in court, all right?

Detective,

look,
there's been three murders

here already--

three young women.

We have to move fast
or he's going to strike again.

Well, the DA's office sees
hundreds of murder cases--

Why the special interest
in this one?

I have my reasons,
I want him caught.

Look, I'm on your side.

I mean,
I want to nail this bastard too

but this is a police matter

and I think that
we can handle it.

Detective Krasko.

Yeah.
I have a file this thick

on the man who's doing this--

you can use my help.

He moves from city to city

but every one of these girls
were law students.

Now these girls were very bright
and very good-looking,

so that means that our guy
must be very charming

to get in the front doors,

which makes him
even more dangerous.

You said these girls
were good-looking--

pretty enough to be models?

Sure. Why?

This may be something,
I don't know.

But it seems Ms. Jorgenson

recently took on a part time
job to help with the rent.

Really, what kind of job?

Photographer's model.

Interesting thing is that
according to her friend,

she's never modeled before.

Okay, well, let's look into this
and see if there's any others.

You know, Peter,

you don't make me feel
very special.

You know, it's kind of
like the city bus--

you get on and you ride
for a while and then

you transfer to another.

Melanie, you know
that's not how I feel about you.

Look,
let's not ruin an otherwise

perfect evening together,
okay?

An evening?

You call an hour and a half
an evening?

Look, you're a scientist.

Let me run this past you.

Hypothesis:

professor pursues affair

with graduate assistant.

Conclusion:

the university says marvelous,

that's exactly the kind
of interaction we encourage

between faculty and students.

In fact, we are so impressed
that are we are going to give

you tenure Dr. Carmichael,

I don't think so.

Why is everything about you?

About me?

Oh, I would say that
you're doing just fine

by this arrangement.

Oh, I guess that is the
best way to describe it.

Well, maybe it's time our
little secret got out, huh?

Oh, you know,
it's been so long

since I called
your house,

I almost forgot the number.

Hey.

(beeps)

Look, Melanie,

I care about you,
all right?

But right now
I really have to go.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hey, 17 new licenses
issued for photography studios

in the last six months,
I checked out eight today--

nothing remarkable.

And the others?

First up tomorrow.

Thanks,
Leonard, go to bed.

♪♪

(screaming)

No, sweetheart, it's okay.

It's okay, it's just me.

Long night?
I'm sorry,
I know I should've called.

It's the-- it's the research
grant, I needed more data.

You're really obsessed
with this research grant.

Look, Laura, I know
I haven't really been there

for you lately,

but...

as soon as this thing
is settled,

I'm--

I'm sure that the university
is gonna vote me

full tenure and then
I can just ease up a little.

Sweetheart?
Uh-hmm.

Look,

I think I need a drink,
you know, okay?

Yes, okay.

Right here,
just right here.

You see him, I'm right
up here, just up here.

Very good.

Now, okay.

Look right
at me, nice and warm.

Not that warm.

That's a wrap for the day.

By the way, if you have found
another job for me or anything,

I could really
use the money for school.

Do you mind posing
in the nude?

I freelance
for some men's magazines.

They're not hardcore
or anything like that,

but I'd shoot a test roll,
and if you're selected,

it could mean big bucks.

Okay.

You can put a robe
on in my bedroom there

and come out and we'll
just shoot the roll.

It'll be great.
Okay.

(knocking on door)

Can I help you?

Detective Krasko, Boston PD.

You operate a
photographer's studio here?

Yes, I do.

But I don't do cops.

Somehow
they just never turn out.

You recognize her?

No, should I?

She did some casual work
as a model.

She was murdered
three nights ago.

Do you ever use models?

Nope.

Strictly weddings and kids.

Well,
I'm sorry to bother you.

My girlfriend.

Yeah.

See you.

What, you want me
over here?

Yes.

Yes.

We're ready.

Very nice, ready?

(knocking on window)

Dr. Carmichael,
imagine bumping into you.

What are the chances of that?

I'm--Ms. Sims.

And you must be
Mrs. Dr. Carmichael?

I've heard so much
about you.

Very nice to meet you.

You too.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Honey, who's that?

An ex-student of mine.

I was a little embarrassed
there for a moment

because I-- I forgot her
name.

Look, I'll see you later,
sweetheart, thank you.

Okay,
have a good day.

(doorbell ringing)

Hi.

I brought your money
like I said I would.

(thunder rumbling)

May I come in?

Wonderful place, I...

That's it, rosebud,
party's over.

Nice.

You got to be one stupid fuck,
you know that, Lennox?

I have forgotten more
than you'll ever know,

Sergeant Grisco.

It's Krasko, Detective Krasko,
to you, puke face.

Let's get one thing
straight--

you ain't leaving here
until I hear what I wanna hear.

Great--
try a little coercion

when you don't have
the evidence.

You know, there are things
called my rights.

Why don't you try reading
Maturshy over

the State of New York
as a refresher course, Leonard.

Is that a fact?

Detective,
I need to see you outside.

Oh, Ms. Rachel Dwyer,

rising star
of the DA's office.

How do you know my name?

We're going to have to get
something on this guy quick.

We don't have enough
to hold him.

Well, what about
the roses?

I just
checked the report--

there's only tap water
on them.

I know this is our guy,
I know it.

Well,
he's one step ahead of us.

David.

Rachel.

I wasn't expecting you.

Well, it's just your lucky
day, I guess.

I, on the other hand,
was expecting you.

Well, we're almost finished.

No, actually, Rachel,
you are finished right now.

See, I was
reading the lab report.

It doesn't seem like
there's any reason

why you should be keeping
my client here any longer.

So I would recommend that you
release him immediately.

David, look--
I know as public defender,

you have to represent him.

We have serious concerns...

What you have, Rachel,
is nothing.

For the moment.

I know the way.

Get a warrant.

I'm already on it.

You son of a bitch,
how could you?

What are you talking about?

This Peter, this--
I've found a copy

of the application
for the research grant

and I noticed
there's a little change.

It seems you've conveniently
neglected to mention

that I was the one
that gathered all

the quantitative data

and came up
with the final conclusions.

What is this,
your comprehensive plan

to screw your graduate
assistant at home

and at work?
You stole that out
of my briefcase.

Don't put
this around Peter--

I'm not the guilty
party here.

Would you please keep
your voice down, all right?

Look, I...

I was gonna tell you.
When, after it was published?

It has to appear to be my work
if I'm gonna get tenure.

Oh, I'd say
that's your problem.

I was hoping you'd be a little
more understanding.

Oh, I think I understand.

I understand that the great
professor can't stand

to share the spotlight.

I want my work in there
by tomorrow

or I'll advise the committee.

I will tell them
everything Peter.

And I do mean everything.

Dr. Carmichael,

are you all right?

Yeah, no, everything's fine.

Anything?

Yeah, put these on.

I found these in his car.

Yeah, and what's the deal?

It matches to some
that we found on some

of the campus'
bulletin boards.

A little better.

Wait a minute--
the first thing we do,

let's kill all the lawyers?

Uh-hmm,
maybe he's got a point.

Very funny.

Well, it seems our man Lennox
has quite a history.

He's been hospitalized
on three occasions

for psychiatric problems.

Great.
Unfortunately,
it's not admissible.

But I think he's unstable
enough to where

I can make him crack.

Hmm, and you think
he's stupid enough

to take a stand?

Oh, yeah.

This guy craves attention.

He wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Oh, this is just great.

It's a summons
for jury duty--

as if I didn't already
have enough to do.

(doorbell ringing)

I'll go get it.

Are you crazy--
what are you doing here?

I looked at the file, Peter,
and you did not add my name.

Did you think
I was kidding?

No-- all right.

I know you're not kidding

but I--

I need a little more time.

I have here your copy
of a letter I composed.

It's addressed
to the Chancellor.

I think you'll find it
quite interesting.

I'm on my way to deliver
it now.

Listen, Melanie,

I just found out

that I have this jury
selection thing tomorrow.

Okay,
I'll get out of it.

And I'll make the
changes-- you'll see.

I'm not gonna wait
forever, Peter.

Have you had any prior
knowledge of the defendant

Malcolm Lennox until today?

No ma'am.

Colonel Grimsly,
I see here you received

an honorable discharge
from the Marine Corps?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm retired
on medical disability.

(Rachel)
Prosecution accepts
this juror.

As does the defense,
Your Honor.

Thank you, Mr. Grimsly,

you can step down.

Uh, Mr. Peter Carmichael.

Would you state your full name

and address for the record?

Peter A. Carmichael.

442 College Street, Boston.

Mr. Carmichael,
have you had any prior knowledge

of the defendant Malcolm Lennox
until today?

It's Doctor.

And no, I have not.

Dr. Carmichael, have you...

Have you seen or read
anything about this case

in the newspapers or on TV?

I'm ashamed to say
I don't really have time

to read the paper--
likewise for television.

No need to be ashamed.

Are you a medical doctor?

Uh, no,
I'm a chemistry professor.

(Judge)
Are you personally
acquainted with any

of the attorneys present?

Dr. Carmichael?

Uh, yes--uh, I mean,
no, sir.

Have you or anyone
in your family been

a victim of a violent crime?

No.

Dr. Carmichael,
do you consider yourself

to be more analytical
or emotional in nature?

I'm an analytical person--
I weigh the odds.

I mean,
I can be emotional.

Defense accepts this juror.

Unchallenged
by the prosecution.

I believe we have our
12 jurors and alternates.

Are we ready to proceed
to trial?

Yes, Your Honor.

♪♪

Rachel,
what a pleasant surprise.

Hi.

So, you're up against
David Goldwin?

He's damn good.

I've had him in my courtroom
several times.

I've never seen anyone
so prepared.

Well, I'll also be prepared.

We've waited a long time
for this, five years.

Five years--

you two were inseparable,

all the way through school.

Sit down.

Now, tell me.

Do you think this is the man
who killed Susan?

Yes, I do.

And what exactly
have you got him?

I don't even have
a motive.

It's gonna be hard
to overcome.

Well, sometimes
less can be more.

It depends on
how you use it.

I've sat on hundreds
of cases where the evidence

wasn't clear cut, and they
were all won by the attorney

who created emotional
involvement with the jurors.

I know that in that court
room, my daughter's death

will be constantly
on your mind.

You must make sure
that you channel that anger,

that you don't let your
emotions get away from you--

otherwise you'll lose
this case, pure and simple.

Keep your wits about you,
apply the law,

and I can assure you
that justice will be done.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

I think I may have something

that might interest you.

Really, what?

We found out why Lennox
knows so much about the law.

Why?

He was a law student himself,

I mean, for a while anyway.

A while-- did he graduate?

Not exactly.

He was expelled for cheating.

Interesting,
maybe just what we need.

Dr. Hassan,
your autopsy report shows traces

of chloroform
and another substance found

in Wendy Jorgenson's nasal
membrane, correct?

Yes.

Which was consistent
with chlorobenzyl.

The substance found
in the bouquet of roses

in her apartment.

Did the substance kill
Ms. Jorgenson?

No,
it just made her nauseous.

The Chloroform
was probably administered after.

It's clear that she drowned
in her own bath.

The water we found
in her lungs

contained a high concentration
of bubble bath

exactly like the water
found in the tub.

Could this drowning have been
accidental caused by, say,

merely falling asleep?

Impossible.

Someone would have to be
conscious to take in

that much water.

Objection, Your Honor.

The witness earlier stated
that the victim

had to be unconscious--
now, he's saying

that she had to be awake.

You can't be both--
which one is it?

I think you can deal
with that in your cross

examination, Mr. Goldwin.

Overruled.

Doctor, was there
any evidence to suggest

that Wendy was drugged
then revived?

Yes, her nasal passages
also contain traces

of carbonate ammonia,

more commonly
known as smelling salts.

Were there any other signs
that would point to

how Ms. Jorgenson died?

(Dr. Hassan)
Her autopsy revealed several

bruises around her ankles.

Bruising around her ankles.

Now, how could
that have happened?

Pressure.

Let's say by someone holding
her ankles tightly,

possibly high in the air,
submerging her head.

This could have caused
the drowning.

Dr. Hassan,

do you believe Wendy Jorgenson
was murdered?

Absolutely.

Thank you, doctor.

(Dr. Hassan)
You're welcome.

(Rachel)
No further questions.

And exactly where
in Mr. Lennox's home

did you find this flyer?

It was folded inside
a volume of Shakespeare

like a bookmark.

It was marking a page
from Henry VIII.

Objection.

It's Henry VI, Sgt. Krasko.

What are you doing?

(Malcolm)
The VIII, Henry VIII?

Are you gonna let that go,
Henry VIII, I mean, Henry VIII?

Mr. Goldwin,

are we having a problem?

I suggest you control
your client, or I will.

Yes, Your Honor--
shut up.

Fine, fine.

Could you please read
for us the highlighted line

of this book?

The first thing we do,
let's kill all the lawyers.

Objection, Your Honor.

Objection sustained.

Ms. Dwyer,
where are you going with this?

I withdraw the question,
Your Honor.

And what is this flyer
advertising, Detective?

It seeks models
for photography sessions.

And do you recognize
the phone number?

Yes, it belongs
to the defendant.

Where did you find
this particular flyer?

We found it behind
a chest of drawers

in Ms. Jorgenson's apartment.

No further questions.

Your witness.

So, Detective,

I think it's safe to assume
that since you and your men

made such a thorough search
of Mr. Lennox's apartment,

that you were equally
thorough when you're

searching
the victim's apartment.

Is that right?
Absolutely.

Good, then during
this very careful search

of the victim's apartment,
did you or your men

discover any evidence of
the defendant's fingerprints?

Yes.

The Defendant's fingerprints
were all over the flyer.

I should think that would
have been obvious, Detective.

My client never denied
ever handing out those flyers.

Let me rephrase this so it's
a little bit clearer for you.

Did you or your men
ever discover any evidence

of the defendant's
fingerprints anywhere else

in the apartment?

No.

No-- any hair fibers?

No.
Any--anything else--

blood, semen,
saliva, anything?

No.

What about that phone number
on the flyer?

Did you find any phone
records that linked

the defendant
to Wendy Jorgenson?

No, but she could have
called from the campus.

No, no, just answer
the question.

Don't start
playing detective,

Detective.

So, what about a witness--
they're always good--

any of those?

No.
No.

Okay, let's move on.

How about the bubble bath?

Did you find any of said
bubble bath

on Mr. Lennox's person
when he was arrested?

No.

Okay, any smelling salts?

No.
Any chloroform?

No.
Okay, let me try and get
this straight, Detective.

Why are we here?

From what you're telling me
and this very patient jury,

after your carefully
meticulous search

of the victim's apartment,
you and your men

couldn't turn up one shred?

Not one scintilla of
concrete physical evidence

that undeniably links
the Defendant Malcolm Lennox

to the murder of
Wendy Jorgenson?

That about sum it up?

Is that your testimony,
Detective?

Your client is guilty
and you know it.

Your Honor, could you please
instruct the witness

just to answer the question?

On second thought,
I retract that.

I think he already has.

No further questions.

(Judge)
This court stands in recess
until 9:00 tomorrow morning.

The jury's excused with
the admonition to refrain

from reading or watching
any media accounts

in these proceedings.

(indistinct chatter)

(claps)

David, I'm very impressed.

Very impressed.

I couldn't have done
better myself.

Lennox, I'm gonna have to ask
you a couple of favors.

Uh-hmm.

First; don't call me David,

and second, when the jury
is not in the courtroom,

don't touch me,

is that clear?

I'm your attorney--
I'm not your pal.

Uh-hmm.

You're a man of integrity.

How can you defend
someone like that?

What, I never told you
about Gary Wayne Mosley?

No, who's that?

He's a nobody.

He's one of the million
nobodies that trips

with this court system
every year.

So, what's he to you?

When I first graduated
from law school,

I went with one of these
big prestigious firms.

You know, one that have 20
names on their letterhead.

They had a policy of one
pro bono case each year.

A freebie so we didn't feel
so guilty about

gauging the rest of the clients
the rest of the year.

Mine was Gary Wayne Mosley,
sexual assault.

So what happened?

I spent one half time of
football game preparing his case

because I knew he was guilty.

I didn't want to waste my time.

Naturally, I lost the case,
he went to jail.

Two months later, someone else
confessed of the crime.

We all make mistakes.

Gary Wayne Mosley was stabbed
to death in the prison cafeteria

before they could even
tell him he was a free man.

So here I am,

in the Public Defender's Office
defending the nobodies.

David, this is different--
you know he's guilty.

No, Rachel, I don't.

And frankly neither do you.

If we knew we wouldn't need
trials, we just have lynchings.

♪♪

(buzzer)

What do you want?

I think we should talk.

Aren't you going
to invite me in?

Come on in.

Okay, two things.

The first thing is, I added
your name to the application

so you get full credit
where credit is due.

And secondly,

I'm going to leave Laura.

What are you talking about?

Us, Melanie.

I'm talking about us.

I mean, all I have to do
is shift a few

financial accounts around
so that she doesn't take

everything I own when I leave.

This isn't about us, Peter.

What about this, huh, huh?

Is this about us?

Get back, stop, Peter.

What are you...
Get away from me.

It's over.

This is not over.

(door opens and closes)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hi, I saved one of my
three phone calls for you--

aren't you honored?

Roses are red,
violets are blue.

I got to Susan,
I'll get to you.

Listen, you can do
whatever you want,

but for the record,
I have to advise against it.

Well, thank you
for caring, David.

But I'm really very
good-- you'll see.

Now, put me on the stand
before I get ugly.

The Defense would like to call
Malcolm Lennox to the stand.

Mr. Lennox, can you account
for your whereabouts on May 1st,

the night Wendy Jorgenson died?

Certainly--
I was at my home

in my dark room,
developing some film.

I run a small
photographic studio

and I often have
to work long hours

in order to make ends meet.

And the night you were arrested,
what were you doing then?

Oh, I was delivering
some money to a young lady

who've done some work for me

as well as a bouquet of
flowers as kind of...

Well, a special thanks
for a job well done.

I didn't know that delivering
flowers could be a crime.

Thank you.

Mr. Lennox, did you kill,
Wendy Jorgensen?

Certainly not.

I had never heard
of a Wendy Jorgensen

until the police questioned me.

Thank you.

I offered to take a polygraph
test to clear my name.

Objection, Defense Counsel
and his client know full well

a polygraph is not
admissible in this court.

Move to strike.

(Judge)
Sustained.

Jury will disregard
the Defendant's response.

No further questions.

Your witness.

Mr. Lennox, what's your
educational background?

High school. College, that's
about as far as it goes.

Did you attend law school?

Yes, I did though.

Did you graduate law school?

No, I decided to seek
honest work.

Hmm.

Isn't it a fact Mr. Lennox
the reason why

you didn't graduate is
because you were expelled

for cheating on an exam?

No, I was unjustly
accused, as I am today.

Why don't you tell the court
who exactly did the accusing?

I can't recall.

Wasn't it a young woman
in your law class--

someone sick of seeing you
cheat your way to the top?

No, that's not it at all.

Isn't also a fact that she
rejected your sexual advances--

that's why you hate women,
that's why especially

women lawyers, that's why you
want to kill them?

Objection.

(Judge)
Sustained.

Ms. Dwyer, that will
be quite enough.

There's been three murders
in the Boston area.

All with the same MO.

It's you, Mr. Lennox,
isn't it?

Objection, Your Honor.

I mean on the base of
these unfounded allegations,

I have to move for a mistrial.

I'm going deny the motion.

Ms. Dwyer, this is definitely
your last warning.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Isn't it hard to sleep
at night, Mr. Lennox?

Aren't the demons
a problem?

(David)
Objection.

(Rachel)
Withdrawn, no further questions.

What if we talk about
your demons, Ms. Dwyer?

Why don't you tell the court
about your modus for revenge?

I'm not on trial here.

Don't you think the court
would like to hear

about your roommate who was
murdered while in law school?

Don't you think the jury would
like to know that it was you

who discovered
the body?
Objection.

Isn't that why I'm
on trial here honestly?

I mean because you have some
emotional score left to settle

and you do it anyway you can.

(Lennox)
This is not a prosecution.

This seems to be...

Persecution if I may say so.

Bailiff, have the Defendant
removed from my courtroom now.

Objection, Your Honor.

(Judge)
Court stands in recess.

(gavel pounding)

Well, I guess our first order
of business should be

to select the foreman.

Select or elect?

Now off the mark,
it's gone bonkers

since I got stuck in here,
let's just get on with it, okay?

Yes, let's get on with it.

Why don't you be out foreman,
Dr. Carmichael?

Let's have a show of hands.

Well, I'd be happy to.

Okay, I guess we should probably
start with a quick vote,

a secret one at first,

just to see how many of us
favor acquittal.

Acquittal?

Who said anything
about acquittal?

He's guilty as hell as far
as I'm concerned.

Now, don't get excited.

That's what we're here for.

To debate.

♪♪

(Dr. Carmichael )
Not guilty.

Guilty.

And not guilty.

It appears we have a lot
of work to do.

It's an even split--
six-six.

(indistinct chatter)

Seems like an eternity,
right?

If they were
gonna convict,

they'd be back by now.

You know better than that.

It's early yet.

I should have brought up
the psychiatric records.

You did the best you could.

Maybe my best
wasn't good enough.

Put your faith
in the system, Rachel.

Twelve good and true men and
women will decide this case.

Put your trust in them.

♪♪

Okay, what about the flyers?

The ones they found
in his apartment

and in the dead girl's
apartment?

I agree that looks suspicious.

But if I were looking
for young models,

a college campus is
where I'd advertise.

Well, it just seems
a little odd to me.

Maybe but that doesn't
prove anything.

Certainly not that
he murdered her.

Yeah, but why were those flyers
only placed at law schools.

Answer me that.

Maybe it was
just a coincidence.

And the second girl
he took the flowers to,

she was a law student.

I supposed that was only
a coincidence too?

Look, none of this
is conclusive proof

that he murdered
the Jorgensen girl.

And without that, I still
see reasonable doubt.

What about
reasonable guilt?

I say we vote again.

Okay, a vote has
been called for.

All in favor of acquittal,
raise your hand.

♪♪

There's nothing yet.

Hmm.

Checkmate.

Come on, people,
open your eyes.

If we let him go,
he's going to kill again.

For God's sakes, we've been
in here for over seven hours.

What's your rush?

Right now, you are the only
one who thinks he's guilty.

Look, the truth is there
is reasonable doubt.

I mean, surely you see that.

What about gut instinct?

I'm telling you I know this
guy is guilty as charged.

So, you're going to
send a man to prison

for the rest of his life because
you have a gut instinct?

Well, I hope you're sure about
these feelings you get.

And, you know, maybe when
this is all over,

we can all go down
to the race track

and you can pick out a few
winning horses for us.

You'd rather make jokes
than stick to the facts.

I am talking about facts.

Fact--
there are no witnesses,

no one to place him
at the scene of the crime.

Fact, no evidence--
no physical evidence

of any kind, no bloodstains.

Fact, there is no motive, just
something the DA cooked up.

Fact--
(laughs)

He offered to take
a lie detector test.

Now, do you think
for one second,

the man would do that
if he was really guilty?

Be reasonable.

We can't all be wrong.

Okay.

We are going to take
one final vote.

All in favor of acquittal,
raise your hands.

♪♪

The jury foreman
will now read the verdict.

On the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we, the Jury found the
Defendant, Malcolm Lennox,

not guilty.

(Judge)
The Defendant
has been found not guilty.

This trial is over.

Court is adjourned.

(indistinct chatter)

Nice try.

Better luck next time.

Rachel, Rachel, wait,
I have to talk to you.

The man who killed my friend
just slipped away

because I wasn't good
enough to nail him.

I don't feel
like talking.
Rachel, don't do
this to yourself.

Okay, that wasn't your fault.

You were brilliant,
you have to believe me.

I had no idea he was going
to do that to you in there.

I don't know how he found out
about your friend.

It's obvious, David--
he killed her.

♪♪

(engine starts)

(footsteps)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Melanie, hi.

Can I see you?

Peter, I really don't
think that is such a good idea.

No, just for a minute.

No, I promise.

It's important.

Okay.

But not for very long and
it's not gonna change anything.

Okay, okay, bye.

That wasn't very
hospitable...

...Rachel.

See, I knew you wanted
to invite me over.

So, I thought I'd get the jump
on you, so to speak.

What do you want, Lennox?

A little
conversation--

maybe a postmortem
on the case, hmm?

Why, you're a free
man-- you won.

Well, of course,
that's a given.

I just like to share
a little story with you.

I'm not interested
in the story.

Oh, I think you'll
like this one.

Once upon a time, these two
girls lived together

in school and they were
very good friends.

One's name was Susan.

♪♪

One night,
the roommate went out

and when she came back,
Susan was gone...

(exhales)
Gone as in dead.

But here's
the really good part--

the killer...

...really wanted
the other girl.

You see,

he made the decision

to let her live.

I know right now
you're wondering,

why am I still alive?

Do you know Rachel?

Do you?

Because you need me.

You love our game
too much.

You're quite right.

I do.

(door closes)

♪♪

(doorbell buzzing)

You look lovely.

Can I come in?

These are to say
that I'm sorry

for what happened
the other night.

It's not gonna change anything,
but thank you.

Well, aren't you gonna
smell them?

♪♪

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yeah.

Listen.

I found your number
in the yellow pages.

You do
wedding pictures, right?

Yes.

Well, great.

You see
my daughter is getting married

and the photographer
I hired hasn't shown.

You want me to come now?

Well, yeah.

I can't--
I'm busy really.

Look, I'll make it
a thousand dollars, all right?

All in.

But you gotta come now.

All right, what's your address?

It's 5050 Reynolds,

Apartment #16.

All right.

I'll be there in an hour.

Bye.

♪♪

Yes.

I heard a woman scream

and now there's
a prowler inside.

I'm at 5050 Reynolds.

Yes.

He's a white male
wearing dark clothes.

About six-two.

Yes.

A brown and beige sedan.

(sirens)

Damn it.

Police, get out of the car now.

What?

You have to answer
a few questions.

We have reports
of a prowler.

You probably
have the wrong guy.

Just whatever you need
is fine with me.

All right, turn around.

Hey.
Hey.

I got him, I got him.

Get down, get down.

Let me go, you idiot.
Cuff him.

Okay.

Let me go.

Let's get him in the car.

Can somebody get the door open?

I got him.

Watch his head.

(indistinct chatter)

Mother of mercy.

Less than 72 hours.

♪♪

Hello, Dwyer.

You're not gonna believe this.

Let me see.

This is too good to be true.

Everything is here, hair fibers,
chloroform, phone records.

And you can take these.

The lab developed the film
in Lennox's camera.

This is great.

Yeah, this is too easy.

Please, finally one
for our side, don't knock it.

Yup, but this Simms girl
just--

she was some sort
of teacher's assistant.

She wasn't a law student.

And leaving behind trail
of evidence

that a blind man could see
is definitely not Lennox.

Look, Lennox was so eager
to prove to me

he was back in control,
he got sloppy.

Oh.

Are we having
a bad day?

Is it the food,
the service?

Oh, no cable, right?

I don't belong here.

Don't be bitter, Lennox.

It's unbecoming.

I didn't kill
that girl.

We both know that.
I guess that full confession
I was looking for

is out of the question,
right?

Absolutely.

I don't blame you
for coming to gloat,

especially after
your stellar performance

in court.

But I am surprised
that you would try

to frame me for murder.

I thought
it was beneath you.

You can rationalize it
all you'd like, Lennox

but the fact is you're in there
and I'm out here.

♪♪

You know
what disappoints me,

do you, Rachel?

Let me tell you

that you would think
so little of me

that I would leave a trail
of evidence behind me

a mile long.

I take far too much pride
in my work

to do such a sloppy
amateurish job.

You should know that.

It's a frame,
Ms. Dwyer.

But you're too angry
to see it.

I'll see you
in court, Lennox.

Thank you very much.

Dr. Carmichael.
Good morning.

I thought it would be
good idea if all of us

in the department chipped in
and send flowers

to Melanie Sims' service.
Certainly.

It's tragic
what happened.

I'm just glad they caught
the man who did it.

Will you be going
to the funeral service?

I don't think so.

I thought that in this
particular case you should.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Forget it.

I put that serial killer
back on the street again.

He didn't even take time
for a cup of coffee

before he was at it again.
David, you don't have
to feel guilty.

Look, don't tell me
what to feel, Rachel.

A girl is dead
because I was so mired

in naive principles
and some twisted code of ethics,

I couldn't see
the truth.

Her blood is on my hands,
Rachel.

Your hands,
what about my hands?

I was supposed to keep
Lennox behind bars.

It was your job to defend him,
that's what you did.

What about all the rhetoric
about not having trials

just lynching,
what was that about?

You want to hear
the punch line?

They've assigned me
to the Lennox case again.

You're going
to take it?
I've got no choice.

The Public Defender's Office
decided to save a little bit

of time and money
by putting me on the case

since I've known
the history so well.

Which I guess in some
twisted way makes sense.

I don't care what evidence
she has-- I didn't do it.

You're not listening
to the facts, Lennox.

I didn't do it
is not gonna cut it this time.

I want you to get off your
Ivy League ass

and clean this thing up.

I am getting impatient
with you, David,

very impatient.

Look, this is
an airtight case.

The best I can do is plea
bargain for manslaughter one.

You're not listening
to me.

I want out,
do you hear me?

Out.

I have a habit
of punishing

those who disappoint me,
David.

All I can promise you
is a fair trial.

But if that was
some kind of threat,

I'd think about it again,
Malcolm.

Hey, what's up?

We've got an evidence problem
with this Lennox trial.

What do you mean,
problem?

You know, those hair samples
that we took off

Lennox's sweatshirt?

Oh, they match
the dead girl's all right

but there's something funny
about them.

She'd just given herself
one of those home treatments

but the hairs on the sweatshirt
didn't have a single trace

of the stuff.

Now, how you figure?

Well, maybe it got there
on an earlier meeting.

There's just too many pieces
of these puzzle

that just don't fit.

I know it's picky,
but this guy used

a different brand
of bubble bath.

And in all the previous murders,
he left everything nice

and neat.

All the victim's garments
were neatly folded.

Here, the garments
are torn.

Now, with all these murders
with the exact same MO,

why the sudden changes?

I don't know,
maybe he was in a hurry.

Okay.

Explain this one.

The snapshots of Melanie Sims
were all underexposed.

All the other pictures
were in focus

and well exposed.

Now, you know Lennox,
how his mind works--

he's a perfectionist.

He'd never make
that kind of mistake.

Bet you if I keep digging,
I'd find even more problems.

Please don't-- I go
to trial in two days.

Let's not blow holes
on our own case.

I just thought you've want
to know, that's all.

In the case of the State
versus Malcolm Lennox,

has the jury
reached the verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the charge
of first degree murder,

we find the defendant,
Malcolm Lennox...

guilty.

The defendant will be remanded
to the County Jail,

sentencing set
for two weeks from today.

This court is adjourned.

I have been framed.

Do something,
you idiot.

Sorry, I did
everything I could.

Aw.

Honey, have you seen
my hairclip?

No.

♪♪

Honey, what happened?

Are you okay?

Hey?

Ms. Dwyer?
Yes?

I need to talk to you

about Melanie Sims.

Please come in.

♪♪

No, I think he's coming in
about two and a quarter.

I would hold on to that
for a second.

David, I'm going to have
to call you back, okay?

Thanks.
Rachel Dwyer.

I was the prosecutor
in Lennox case.
What can I do
for you?

Well, can you tell me
about how the jury

reached their decision?

Not much to say, really--
I mean, at first,

I think most of us
thought he was guilty

and then some of the jurors
convinced us

that there was a reasonable
doubt, so we changed

our verdict.

What jurors?

Let me think--
the foreman,

he was one of them.

That's about all
I remember.

(phone ringing)

Thank you.

Every time I think about
what went on that jury room,

I get sick
to my stomach.

And Peter Carmichael
was behind it?

Full board.

He manipulated the jury
to be elected.

I've been over it
and over it.

He'd obviously
planned this thing out

pretty carefully.

The only thing
I can't understand is why?

But you still voted
not guilty.
I know...

and I shouldn't have.

I knew that wacko
was guilty

and I still caved
in to the pressure.

Okay.

Thank you,
Mr. Grimsly.

You were right.

Remember Peter Carmichael,
the jury foreman

in Lennox's first trial?

I think he and Lennox
had a deal.

What makes you
think so?

Melanie Sims
was his research assistant

but it seems they were doing
another kind of research.

How did I miss that?
It gets better.

Carmichael was pushing
for an acquittal from the start.

He delivers
a not guilty verdict.

The next deliver,
Sims's dead.

Or...

Or what?
Or Carmichael
did it himself.

Are you saying he copycatted
the crime?

He screws up on a few details
and makes mistakes.

If we nail Carmichael,
Lennox is a free man.
You got it.

So what's next?

We have to get more
on Carmichael.

And how do we do that?

Ask him?

♪♪

Can I help you,
detective?

Just a little
routine follow-up

on the Melanie Sims
murder.

Follow-up-- I, uh--

I was under the impression
that, uh...

that Lennox
was behind bars.

Yeah.

He's been caught,
all right.

How well did you know
Ms. Sims?

Not that well,
really.

I mean, of course we worked
on a few projects together

but that was about
the extent of it.

There are so many graduate
students here,

it's hard to get
to know them all.

(phone ringing)

Would excuse me,
detective?

Dr. Carmichael.
Hi, Peter.

Do you know
who this is?

Uh, no.
Oh, that's too bad,
sweetheart

because I know
all about you.

You've been
a naughty boy.

Excuse me?

I know that you killed
Melanie Sims-- I have proof.

And now Malcolm Lennox
is rotting away

for something you did.

Shame on you, Peter.

I think
you're mistaken.

Is there something
wrong?

What?

No.

It was a wrong number.

I have a class to teach,
detective.

I'm sorry
I couldn't help you.

Councilor, we need
to talk.

There's a couple items
about this Lennox's case

which have me more than
little bit concerned.

Really?
Yes.

A very persistent Mr. Lennox
convinced me to take a second

look at the autopsy report
of Melanie Sims.

You can imagine my surprise
when I read in the fine print

that her hair contained
chemical residue

as if it had been
recently treated.

You know anything
about that?

No.
Rachel, you are so close
to the line right now.

I know you want this guy bad
and I understand that.

Don't sell your soul
for this piece of garbage.

Am I interrupting
something?

No.

We're done.

Rachel, be careful.

You have a lot
at stake here.

Who was all that about?

We're going to have to move
quickly-- he's suspicious.

So, who are you going
to go after,

Carmichael or Lennox?

Both.

♪♪

Someone's here for you.

I need to speak
to him alone, please.

Okay, just let me know
when you're done.

This wouldn't be
a conjugal visit,

would it, Ms. Dwyer?

Let's get right
to the point.

You didn't kill
Melanie Sims.

Brilliant.

Now you're catching on.

You were framed.

Without question.

But by whom
is another matter.

I know who...

but I need your help.

I want you, Malcolm,

but for the murders
that you did commit.

This is all a big game
to you, you know.

We're like pawns
on your chessboard.

You're the player,
always in control...

until now.

Here's your chance
at a rematch.

Ooh...

now you got
my attention.

How can I help you?

Let's supposed I wanna frame
someone for a murder.

How would I do that?

You've got to give jurors
the evidence they crave.

They don't care
about distractions

like motive
and circumstantial evidence.

They want
something tangible

they can lock
their minds onto

so that they'd go home
and not lose sleep over

the possibility
that they may have made

a wrong decision.

Such as?

Documents, photos,
fingerprints,

an eyewitness
who may have seen

the murder at the scene
of the crime--

evidence that
a brilliant mind

would never leave behind.

And how can I manufacture
this kind of evidence

to make it look like someone
killed say...

Wendy Jorgenson.

Ah, yes.

Wendy Jorgenson.

We both know
you can't be tried

for the same murder
twice.

You and I are alike.

A clever man would know
about the surveillance camera

hidden in Wendy Jorgenson's
apartment building

and that the security guard
takes a short break

every night
at exactly 9:00.

Someone not so bright
wouldn't know

that big brother was
watching and taping.

What else?

He keeps...

a souvenir to remember
the dear girl by.

Where is it?

A special place.

You'll take me there?

(sighs)

I might.

You knew about
the surveillance camera?

Why didn't you say
anything about it?

You don't wanna know.
Yes, I do.

The tape that I got
from the security office

had a big black gap
in it.

I just knew that some wise guy
defense lawyer was gonna say

that I erased the tape
because something on it

would have proved
his client innocent.

And to avoid all that,
I just kept it to myself.

Leonard, how could you
do that?

And I suppose
you've never done?

As a matter of fact,
no, I haven't.
Don't give me that.

There isn't a DA alive
that hasn't twisted the facts

to put a lousy perp away.

♪♪

I need to borrow
one of your house guests

for a couple of hours.
Got to clear
with the warden first.

Orders
from the DA's office.

Okay, let him in.

♪♪

All right Lennox,
one false move

and it'll be
your last.

(Malcolm)
Down there.

Come on.

Where did I put that?

Yeah, I'm getting warm,
I'm getting really warm.

I think I'm red hot.

♪♪

Krasko.

Thank you.

That feels very nice.

So...

(water splashing)

now we're on even ground.

Showtime.

Ooh...

nice stuff, memories.

Here's Wendy's Coif key.

That's my end
of the bargain.

Now you keep yours,
all right?

So many memories.

♪♪

How about these pictures,
ooh, huh?

You son of a...
Uh-uh.

Sorry.

Mine.

You know, it's really too bad
but I can't stay.

I got an appointment
with the lawyer.

Got to go.

Krasko.

Yeah.
Come on.

Come on, he's going
after Goldwin.

Damn, he took the car
too-- I knew it.

Jesus.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Police, get out of the
car now-- move it, move it.

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry up, move it,
move it, hurry up.

♪♪

Damn.

David?

(panting)

We need an ambulance,
700 Coliseum Drive.

Someone's been shot.

(tires screeching)

Officer?
(car honking)

Now what the hell
is going on here?

No need for the gun,
officer-- I can explain.

Really, I can.
I'm going to need
some backup here.

This guy is a bit
too weird for me.
I was on my way back

from a hearing
at the courthouse

when the officer
who had me in custody

was unavoidably
called away so--

Just stay right there,
don't move.

Absolutely.

At any rate,
since I'm an-- hello.

An innocent man,
I didn't want to compound

my legal difficulties,
so here I am at your service.

Lace the fingers and put them
in the back of the head.

Just turn around
and just walk ahead of me.

All right, fine.

Coming in, we need
some reinforcements here.
This way?

Just keep going in.
All right.

He's where?

Yeah, you hold on to him,
I'll be right there.

Is he going to make it?

Yeah, they think so.

Lennox
just turned himself in.

What?

Hi.

Your car is out front
in the parking lot,

detective.

I checked the oil--
you need some.

I cleaned the windshield
and dusted the mats.

Sorry, I didn't have enough
money to fill the tank.
You shot David Goldwin

in cold blood.

Before you go public
with that,

maybe we should talk
about your throw down.

What's a throw down?

Go ahead, Leonard,
tell her.

You know the second gun
I took off of him?

The chrome-plated .22--

it's an unregistered gun
that some officers carry

in case things go bad--
they just throw it down

and suddenly the suspect
is armed and dangerous.

Kind of an insurance
policy, huh, Leonard?

Hmm.

Did you really think
that I would help you

just to get
a second trial?

I'm gonna get one anyhow

and I'm gonna be
my own defense

which I will win,

now that David Goldwin
is no longer practicing law.

I would love to have
you both in, but...

the place is a mess.

I'm kind of working
on a book right now.

I have some things
I have to do.

Honey?
Yeah.

It's for you.

Thanks.

Hello?
Peter dear,
is that you?

Who is this and what the hell
do you want?

Well, it seems
I have some evidence

that you might be
interested in.

Evidence that can put
a certain chemistry professor

in prison for murder.

You wouldn't want that,
would you, dear?

Fortunately,
I'm a reasonable woman

willing to make a deal.
What kind of a deal?

Twenty-five thousand
dollars,

I'll walk away.
Twenty-five thousand
dollars?

I don't have
that kind of money.

Well, I think
you can get it.

Hurry down to the bank,
dear, I want it in cash.

Bring the money
at exactly 9:00 tonight

at 3015 Centennial Drive,

Apartment 412.

Oh, by the way,

put the money
in the flower box.

I told the security guard
I'm expecting some flowers.

He won't ask
any questions.

Don't be late.

♪♪

(telephone buzzing)

Peter, is that you?

Yes, it's me.
I left the key
above the door.

What are you waiting for
lover? Come on up.

♪♪

(Krasko)
Mrs. Carmichael,

we're here to see
your husband.

This way, please,
gentlemen.

Peter?

Dr. Carmichael,
you must remember me.

Detective Krasko,
homicide.

I thought I'd already answered
all your questions, detective.

Oh, I think we have
a few more.

You're under arrest
for first degree murder.

I did not commit
this crime.

I'd like to believe you
Peter but, you know,

there's just all
this evidence.
Enough of the intimidation,
Dwyer.

What evidence do you have
to connect my client

to the murder
of Wendy Jorgenson?

Well, for starters,

detectives found this
in between the seats

of Dr. Carmichael's car.

An Order of
the Coif key?

Clearly belonging
to the diseased.

The autopsy report shows
that the abrasions

around Wendy Jorgenson's
neck were caused by the chain

of this necklace.

Would you like to tell me
why this necklace

was in your car,
Dr. Carmichael?

I have no idea.

You don't have to say
a thing.
Okay.

Well, maybe you'd like
to take a stab at this.

This is a video taken
from the Riviera Tower

surveillance camera
on the night of May 1st,

the night Wendy Jorgenson
was murdered.

It's about 9:00.

How do you know that?

There's no time code
on this tape.

The lobby clock
reads 9:00,

and we got the date
from the headline

on the newspaper
underneath the woman's arm.

It's from the edition
of May 1st.

You can call the newspaper
if you'd like.

No, no, go on.

Okay, now, listen.

(Wendy)
Peter, is that you?

Yes, it's me.
Well, what are you
waiting for, lover?

Come on up.

Would you like me
to fast forward to where

Dr. Carmichael
leaves the building

wearing gloves
on a very hot night in May?

I think we've seen
enough.

No, no, no,
this is all wrong.

I did not kill
that woman.

I did not kill that woman.

That tape was taken
last night.
Really?

Yesterday?

So what would you be doing
in Wendy Jorgenson's

apartment yesterday?

The apartment's been empty
for months.

I don't know.

But I was not there
on May 1st,

I was at home
with my wife.

Sorry, I already
checked with her.

She said you weren't
home, Dr. Carmichael.

Oh, God, Laura.

So, if you weren't home
with your wife

on the night of May 1st

and you weren't
with Wendy Jorgenson,

then where were you,
Dr. Carmichael?

Is there anyone out there who
can provide you with an alibi?

I think we're ready
to talk a deal.

Well, I'm all packed
and ready to go.

You're not
going anywhere, Lennox.

Need I remind you
of my superior position?

One phone call...

and I'll expose
your clever little plan

to frame
poor Dr. Carmichael.

The fact is the only way
you're going to prove

that Peter Carmichael
didn't kill Wendy Jorgenson

is to admit to the murder
yourself,

which I'm sure you're not quite
prepared to do, right?

No.

Unfortunately, when the police
talk with David Goldwin,

your stay here
is going to be indefinite.

David is dead.

He's alive?

♪♪

I am getting sloppy.

So, our deal is off?

Congratulations, Rachel.

I suppose I should have
never expected anything

less of you.

You could have been
a brilliant lawyer, Lennox,

but you chose murder--

why?

Respect.

It is fundamentally lacking
in our world today.

Those women
meant you no harm.

They meant me the worst
harm of all.

They didn't realize
who I was.

Oh, I think they did.

♪♪

There was a day when it
all makes sense to me--

it was cut and dry,
but now--

Justice and the law
can mean different things.

So, what do you do?

Justice can be fairness,
righteousness,

reward or penalty
as deserved--

it's different
for everyone.

You must decide
for yourself, Rachel.

♪♪

I've decided.

♪♪